Adulthood

When I was a kid, my dad scared me like nothing else. Grown-ups might as well have been gods for all the unquestionable authority they held. Parents, teachers, cops, pastors, random strangers at the grocery store who felt it was okay to pat me on the head because I was so damn cute. Grown-ups looked …

So, my mom lives with me. Or I live with her, depending on who you ask and how the royalty checks are going. We’ve cohabitated since my father died, and fortunately we get along pretty well. Or at least we have since I finished what my brother described as pubermenopause hell. You get a lot …

Earlier this year my favorite bra, from a company who recently closed, died a rather mortifying death. The underwire popped up from the boob valley, sticking out of my cleavage while having dinner with friends. My second favorite died about a month ago, by also snapping in half and cutting me. Basically, I’m having a …

Back when my daughter was a Toddler, I signed her up for Kindermusik. Well, technically I signed us up for Kindermusik, because it was one of those mommy and me type activities. But I hated it. I dreaded getting ready for it, I dreaded parking my car and getting my kid out in the rain …

Your degree is worthless.  Trees have better things to be turned into than to give you a pat on the back.  That’s what college degrees have turned into.  It has been decreed that the only way to have a rewarding life is to get a degree and that is what allows you to have a …